...I've just discovered that the last time I posted fic was on the third of October. That's almost two whole months ago. I am feeling somewhat numbed by this revelation and request the biggest kick up the arse my flist has to offer. No, seriously. Someone please prompt me or something to aid in the getting back of the groove, because at the moment, mine is nowhere to be found. ::is distressed::..."...Other Staff issues: Ianto surprisingly proficient at the good cop/bad cop routine. Although obviously, he's the good cop. He's too cute to be the bad cop." [link] XD oh boys, you pwn my brain with your awesomeness!!

Ianto laughed, his eyes lighting with mirth as he buried his face into the warmth of Jack's coat. "You'd say anything to get laid, sir." He grinned, wriggling as Jack's hands found their way through the fastenings of his own coat- chilled fingers slipping under suit jacket and shirt to hold him at the waist and drag him ever closer.

"I resent that statement," Jack replied, looking downwards. Ianto turned his head enough to slant a gaze upwards; his mouth curving into a minx-like grin that had Jack furrowing his brows in worried expectation.

"But you do agree that you found my comment to your statement in some way resentful. Leading one to the conclusion that your statement about passion and love was not delivered to 'make the world go round' as you say, but simply spoken to- mmmff!"

Jack jerked Ianto closer still, taking the pause in the younger man's speech to seal his lips with a kiss- a hard press of mouths that hesitated with the first initial contact, only to soften and surrender to one another as familiarity and passion took lead and threw all other wants aside.

"You know," Jack breathed softly against Ianto's mouth when they pulled back for air some moments later, "you really need to stop thinking so much."

Ianto rolled his eyes, pressing a succession of quick kisses to Jack's lips. "You'll need to work harder at distracting me then, sir."

Jack grinned wickedly, managing to suddenly slip a hand down the back of Ianto's pants. The younger man gasped as Jack's fingers squeezed at his arse.

"Distraction enough for you?" Jack asked with a wink before moving in for another kiss.

"This isn't the type of establishment in which I'd have expected to find a well-dressed Welshman- such as yourself- in." Jack said. He almost fancied he heard the exact moment Ianto's heart stopped beating- the pulsating muscle shocked still by the very sound of his voice. He tried not to smile.

Ianto turned slightly, bracing his hands against the bar as he laid his eyes upon Jack; words beyond him as he stared at his boss for long, drawn-out minutes before turning suddenly away. There was a thumb of whisky on the bar top before him, Ianto reached for and swallowed it down before Jack could so much as blink.

"I guess I'm just full of surprises then, sir." Ianto muttered, his cheeks darkening as if the situation was only now sinking in.

"I guess you are," Jack agreed, leaning his elbow against the bar and turning his face to gaze out across the see of dancing, thrusting bodies. Dancing, thrusting male bodies. He smiled flirtatiously at a faceless boy giving him the eye before turning his attention back towards Ianto.

The Welshman was watching him. His face that expressionless way that told Jack he was trying not to give anything away. He watched as Ianto swallowed involuntarily under his scrutiny.

"I should probably go." He muttered, dropping his eyes. Someone brushed a hand purposefully across his arse and he jerked instinctively away from the touch, his face heating up a little more.

Jack smiled again, reaching out to rest his hand atop Ianto's shoulder. Ianto looked up quickly, his breath hitching as Jack moved his hand up to cup his face, the thumb stroking along the jut of a cheekbone.

"I think you should stay." Jack said, cocking his head to the side.

Ianto swallowed heavily. "I thought you were joking." He replied, referencing an innuendo-laced exchange they'd had back at the Hub earlier that day.

"Ianto-?" Jack called, forcing Ianto to look at him. "Why did you come?" He repeated, his eyes holding the younger man in place. Ianto wet his lips, his mouth moving soundlessly until he found the words he knew were right to speak.

"I'd hoped. Jack." He answered. "Hoped that maybe-,"

"-I wasn't joking?" Jack finished when Ianto drifted off. Ianto nodded, making to look away. Jack quelled the gesture, cupping at Ianto's face before he leaned in to press the softest of kisses to the very corner of Ianto's mouth.

"I wasn't joking." Jack whispered, smiling once more. This time, Ianto offered up a smile of his own.

"Won't you get in trouble for this?" Andy asked, gratefully accepting the cup of coffee which Ianto handed him.

"I mean, being friends- of a sort- is one thing," he said, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "but willingly divulging Torchwood secrets? Don't they have the death penalty or something for that kind of thing?" He was only half joking.

Ianto shook his head, laughing softly. "Not unless someone tells on me they don't." He said with a sly smile, moving to seat himself beside the policeman.

"That boss of yours though- what’s-his-name? Jack Harkness?- he seems to know everything that goes on, I mean just look at what happened with Gwen! I'd always wondered... but I'd never have expected... Are you sure you're-,"

"Jack doesn't know everything." Ianto interrupted. "And Gwen took his kindness too much for granted. He's the wolf in sheep clothing, the leopard that can never change his spots. She refused to acknowledge his other side and it was her naivety towards him and what he was that was her undoing."

Andy pressed his lips together.

"I'm neither that gullible nor trusting." Ianto pressed on, "At least were Captain Harkness is concerned. I can assure you, Andy, that I'm very good at keeping these sorts of things from him."

"Something like this." He agreed cryptically, smiling enough to lighten the mood between them.

"What? Ianto Jones with skeletons in his closet?" Andy joked weekly.

Ianto smiled again but did not answer. Andy looked away, then down, staring at the cup of coffee he held cupped in his hands. He lifted it to his nose- inhaling the bitterly enticing scent for a moment before allowing himself to sip at the dark liquid; his eyes fluttered closed in delight at the very first taste.

"Mmmm, perfect!" He muttered, all but moaning the word.

Ianto licked his lips, watching as Andy opened his eyes enough to stare at him through his lashes.

"Perfect," he muttered again, staring right at Ianto.

The bed dipped slightly as Ianto leaned in closer, long fingers gently prying the cup from Andy's fingers and stilling his despairing moan with an open-mouthed kiss that brought forth a moaning of a different sort.

Andy arched up into their kiss, reaching out to wrap his arms about Ianto's bare shoulders and drawing the other man down against him. Ianto tasted of coffee too- though not as potent as his morning cuppa, he tasted just as thick and heady and dark, secretive and dizzying, drugging him with an unnameable need and want for more-! more-! more!

Ianto tugged the thin sheet separating them aside, his mouth never leaving Andy's as he straddled the other man's legs, his hands in constant motion as they stroked over his chest and sides and abdomen. Their mouths making loud, wet noises against the silence of early morning, as they kissed the very sense from one another.

Ianto shuffled himself upwards till he was able to brush their groins together- a chorus of groans breaking their mouths for the moment as the first stirrings of arousal touched them both...

...Andy smiled over the rim of his second cup of coffee that morning. Ianto smiled back at him, sitting perched beside him amidst a tangle of sheets and the strong and sweaty scent of sex. He didn't think anything of the sudden tiredness that came over him. He simply smiled as Ianto- gently as always- took the coffee cup from his slackening fingers and leant in to kiss him goodbye. He wandered, in that hazy moment before sleep finally claimed him, just why these gestures felt so familiar.

"Are you sure it went this way?" Jack asked, squinting sceptically down the length of the abandoned train tunnel they were heading along. Ianto took a deep breath before replying, for the umpteenth time, that- yes, sir, he was sure that it went this way.

Jack shot him a look but said nothing. Ianto pressed his mouth tightly shut. They continued on in silence, following the decades-old tracks with only the feeble glow of their torches to light the way for them.

Ianto clenched his hands into fists, grinding his teeth together as he stared murderously at Jack. Jack flicked his gaze away, shining his torch somewhat offhandedly around them. Ianto silently began counting backwards from ten as he prepared to start walking once more.

"Is there any chance it went the other way though?" Jack tried, smiling brightly. Ianto dropped his torch and lunged at the other man, shoving him until they collided heavily with the rough wall of the tunnel.

"Jack Harkness! I swear to god that if you ask me one more time-!"

"Yeah?" Jack taunted him, somewhat breathlessly.

"I'll-!" Ianto threatened.

"You'll?"

"I will-,"

"You will what?" Jack grinned. Ianto growled.

"I-,"

"Oh for-!" Jack rolled his eyes before shoving at Ianto and reversing their positions till he held Ianto pressed up against the wall. He leant in and kissed the Welshman hard before any form of protest could be made. One kiss turned into a second, and then a third- their mouths moving ferociously together as Ianto released his pent-up tension.

I'm so glad you think so :) Though I knew it couldn't last forever- I'm having so much trouble trying to write for your prompt!! Don't know what that's all about :S worry not though, I'll come up with something eventually!

"Like the lube you spilled all over Tosh's workstation?" He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Ianto's nose. "Or the handcuffs still attached to Owen's autopsy table?" The grin turned into a leer, "Or even the little present we left spattered over Gwen's new jacket?"

Ianto blanched, cursing and shoving hurriedly at Jack as he attempted to get up and get everything as spick-and-span as possible. Jack held onto him, laughing as he leaned in to kiss at Ianto's mouth.

"I will if they see my bare arse!" Ianto promised. Jack rolled his eyes.

"Fine, fine!" Jack raised his arm, waving his hand in a careless gesture. Ianto made to push upwards but Jack simply shoved him back down again.

"Jack!" Ianto protested, his brow furrowing.

"Calm down, I have a few tricks up my sleeve," Jack answered mysteriously before proceeding to click his fingers a few times.

"What are you-?" Ianto's frown evaporated from his face, the look replaced by a rather surprised widening of his eyes as he watched a mop and bucket fly past them.

"What the-!" Ianto gasped.

Jack grinned. "It's amazing what you can learn time travelling," he began conversationally, allowing Ianto to sit up enough to watch as the Hub started tidying itself up. "Met that Mary Poppins one time. Wonderful woman. Came from a planet of obsessive clean freaks though. Always meant to ask if you were a descendent or something."

Ianto gaped at him. "You- I- what!?" He pressed a hand to his head. "I'm dreaming. I'm just dreaming. Any minute now I'll wake up and find I've just inhaled too much bleach or something..."

He watched as the previously mentioned handcuffs and empty tube of lube floated by them quite the thing. Ianto lay back down again, covering his face.

"See? I can be domestic when you want me to." Jack said, running his fingers over Ianto's hands.

"I'd really rather not," Ianto said, stiffening, "if it's all the same to you, sir."

Jack gave the canvas bag he'd been struggling with one final heave, grunting with satisfaction as it jammed itself into the boot of the SUV just long enough to allow him to slam the door shut. Turning, Jack's grin of triumph slipped from his face as he looked at the closed expression on Ianto's own face.

"You certainly haven't forgotten 'Operation Countrycide', have you?" Ianto prompted. "You remember- with the Welsh cannibals? Where we all nearly became dinner?"

Jack waved his hand dismissively, "Oh come on, Ianto, that was once. You were camping before that incident, I don't see why one little setback should put you off for life."

"I beg your pardon?" Ianto gaped at Jack. "I believe you missed the part where I was tenderised and about to have my throat slit open. Can't think why that should stick in your memory of course, as insignificant as that one incident was."

"I didn't mean it like that..." Jack raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Ianto lifted his chin defiantly, his hands flexing at his sides.

"How then did you mean it, sir?"

"Ianto..." Jack stepped forward, reaching out to take Ianto's hands into his own. Ianto met his gaze with determined stubbornness and Jack grinned softly at him. "I'm sorry, I really don't mean to make what happened in the Brecon's seem in anyway insignificant. I was there, I know what all of you had to go through, and if I hadn't been as terrified of losing you all as I was, I'd have murdered the lot of them."

"Jack-," Ianto managed the Captain's name before Jack shook his head to still his words.

"I'm not saying this to make you feel bad, Ianto, just to remind you that I was there as well. To remind you that it was one of the many situations we're forced to face in this job and that we can't let them get the better of us."

"I'm not afraid to go camping, Jack. We never actually got to that bit, if you recall. I just... why temp fate? We'll be out in the middle of nowhere, our communications will be out of range, Gwen and Tosh with exchange subtle but snarky comments with each other, Owen will complain about everything and anything to anyone who'll listen, and us? We'll be... miserable."

"...who said anything about the rest of the team coming along?" Jack's grin widened slightly.

"I- what?" Ianto blinked.

"I'm not asking you along on a mission, Ianto, I'm asking you out on a 'weekend-away'." He stepped in closer, his grin pressing against Ianto's cheek.

"But..." Ianto's mouth went suddenly dry. "Camping, sir?"

"Cannibal situation aside, why not?" Jack purred into his ear, "You and me, a tent, miles away from any kind of interruption... plenty of lube," here he pulled away enough to waggle his eyebrows at Ianto who couldn't help but smile, his cheeks reddening just slightly.

"And communications?" Ianto asked, somewhat breathlessly.

"Only if we turn our phones back on." He squeezed at Ianto's hands. "What do you say?"

Ianto paused, wetting his lips a moment before allowing his face to break out into a smile, "I believe you've convinced me to give camping one more try, sir."

hazelayes on December 18th, 2007 07:55 pm (UTC)Idea, or prompt... thing? Since you asked ;)

I've just watched the Dr Who episode where he becomes John Smith and then goes back to being the doctor, leaving his watch...What happens to the watch? Who might own it next? Does it ever do anything more than tell the time... or time things to the second?